Racer 2008 Racer X - Speed

But the impact was brutal. Racer X’s car went into a flat spin, then a tumble. It rolled six times before coming to rest on its roof, skidding to a halt in the middle of the track, leaking fuel.

“Rex?” he whispered.

“Not without you.”

The engine roared. The Mach 6 shot forward like a white bullet across the ice. speed racer 2008 racer x

The black and silver car was never more than a car-length behind, silent as a shark. It had been that way for the last two hundred miles. While other drivers—Greaser, the Rustbucket twins—had tried to pit Speed into the ice walls, Racer X had done something stranger. He’d blocked for him. But the impact was brutal